It had been my dad's idea to charter a sailboat. My stepmother Becky had been against the idea from the start. One because I was going and secondly she gets motion sickness at the drop of a hat. That and dad planned the entire event without even asking her, which was just another reason she didn't want to come on the trip. But he wanted to do something for me for my eighteenth birthday and he figured that we could go fishing and sight seeing in Fiji.
Well we probably should have listened to Becky and we wouldn't be in this mess right now. The mess you ask? Well we were captured by Fijian pirates and are now being held captive on one of the three hundred islands that make up Fiji.
I'm tied against the main post in a grass hut with a blindfold over my eyes and my hands and feet bound with ropes. Becky's here with me though I cannot see her. Though she's not tied to the post with me I can since that she's right beside me. She is sobbing and it's driving me crazy. Hey I'm not without understanding okay I mean I'm scared too but shit it's been hours now and she hasn't let up.
"For fuck's sake mom will you just shut up crying?!" I snapped.
"I can't help it Tony. I'm just so scared. Not to mention I'm hurting too because I gotta pee. And you know how my bladder gets!"
I shook my head I certainly knew how weak her bladder was. Becky was only 31 but she has the bladder of a ninety year old woman and if she gets excited she pees. She kinda reminds me of a nervous dog that tinkles when you pet it.
"I don't know what to tell you, you're probably going to have to just pee where you sit." I suggested.
"Unfortunately I'm not exactly in a sitting position, Tony!" she said smartly
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm lying on my back. My wrists are bound together and they have my ankles tied to stakes, so my legs are spread in such a horrible way and it's so uncomfortable! I can't pee like this!!"
I laughed as I imagined her in such a predicament. She was nothing but a high class slut. In fact I can't stand the bitch because she was the very reason I was shipped off to so many boarding schools when I was growing up. It was my dad's solution for keeping the peace in the house and so he could also keep his young piece at home and satisfied. I guess I should hate my dad too, I mean he makes me call the bitch, mom. Or I don't get my thousand dollar a month allowance. The fucking cunt! After this shit I want a fucking raise in my allowance.
"Why are you laughing Tony? It's not funny!"
Ah she was becoming upset with me which made me laugh again. "Just piss on yourself, mom!"
"No that's disgusting, Tony!" she shouts, in full bitch mode now!
Then suffer you fucking cunt! I wanted to say, but thinking of my allowance I opted for, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to tell you."
"Do you think they'll let us use the bathroom if we ask?" Becky asked.
She was such a blond ditz! "I don't know why don't you ask." I said smartly and I said it, not thinking that she would take me seriously. But she did. The fucking dumb ass!
"Hello? Can anyone hear me? I need to use the restroom, please!" Becky called out.
I would have laughed at her, but she sounded so desperate. Heck I had to piss myself which was another reason I didn't laugh.
No one answered her, so she tried again and again and again which became annoying as her crying.
"Why don't you give it up, they're ignoring you!" I snapped.
"Oh my god Tony I'm gonna pee on myself!" she whines.
"I told you to do it for fuck sake!"
"Don't curse at me!" she snapped and she started to cry again.
"FUCK!" I shouted.
The door to the hut suddenly opened and someone entered.
"Oh thank goodness. I have to go to the bathroom. Is there..."
*SLAP!*
The sound of flesh against flesh, made me cringe.
Becky yelped.
"Why don't you shut up bitch!" a male voice shouted.
She whimpered.
A big hand gripped the bandanna covering my eyes and snatched it off. I look up to see a dark and rather imposing fellow looking down at me. His nose was big and flat looking and his eyes were dark and menacing. His head was cleanly shaved and he was dressed in a red tank top and faded camo shorts. He was also armed with a pistol, it looked like thirty eight cal. I knew what the gun looked like because my dad has one in his safe back home.
He puts the barrel of the gun under my chin and lifts my head to look at him. Then he grins at me through broken yellow teeth, "Good morning rich American." He said with a heavy island accent.
I didn't reply to the stupid comment, but I looked over at Becky who was beside me and Holy shit she WAS tied up in a horrible way. Her legs were spread so wide apart she looked like a cheerleader doing a split. She had a bandanna over her eyes too and she was still dressed in her purple and yellow satin nightie. The pirates had attacked us during the night while we were asleep so needless to say we didn't get to change. Heck I'm still dressed in my red bikini briefs and a tee shirt.
He clapped me on the cheek with the weapon to get my attention again. "I'm talking to you rich American asshole!"
"What do you want? And where is my dad?!" I demanded.